Andre stood in the middle of the hotel foyer. The air was crisp, more refreshing than the oppressive summer heat outside, made harsher by his suit. He tugged a little at his tight collar as he forced himself to relax. First dates were not his thing. First dates as an escort for a woman he did not know. Today was his brother’s wedding. The second one for Ray, but no less lavish than the first one to Tiffany had been. Tiffany, it turned out, was high maintenance, as high as her namesake jewelry store. She was also a slut. Andre walked in on her having sex with three men not a month after the wedding. And he promptly turned around and walked out after texting a picture to his brother.

He took a deep breath and walked over to the elevator bank. He checked the message on his phone again, then pushed the up arrow. His wait was short, and he quickly stepped off on the assigned floor. He walked down the hallway and politely knocked on the door. A moment later, it opened a crack.

“Hi, I’m Andre,” he said.

“Oh, you’re early! Um...”

“It’s OK. I can wait downstairs.”

“No, don’t be silly. Besides, I could use the help.”

The door closed, and the bar was removed, then opened again.

“Come on in. Chris, by the way. Well, Christine, but everyone calls me Chris.”

“Hi, Chris.”

She was naked as the day she was born and an attractive, athletic woman as well, with her hair swept up and off her face and neck. Andre quickly stepped past her and into the hotel room proper, trying not to stare at her as he did, despite her advanced state of undress. Andre looked out the window as an act of modesty and to arrange his surging member.

“Andre? No need to save my modesty. I model, and more men have seen me naked than have ogled Kardashian’s ass. And I could use your help.”

Andre turned around and got a chance to admire Chris’s ass as she stood in front of the wardrobe.

“How can I help?” he asked.

Chris turned and presented him with a string of pearls.

“I can never get these on,” she said as she turned away from him again.

Andre stepped up behind her and put the stand around her neck. Chris leaned back against him as he fastened the chain, and he was confident she had felt the erection through his thin trousers. He probably imagined her ass pushing back gently into it as she walked back to the collection of jewelry on the wardrobe.

“Now, which do you prefer?”

She held two different earrings up against her ears. One was a pearl stud, the other a slender gold chain ending in a pearl.

“The dangle.”

“Me, too!”

She turned to the mirror and fitted the studs into her ear lobe.

“Now, gold or silver?”

She had another earring in her hand with square ends. At least he thought it was an earring.

“Might as well keep the theme. Gold, to match the dangle.”

“Well, only you will know what the theme is, but OK.”

She smiled as she undid one end, then turned to the mirror again. Andre almost fainted when she squeezed her left breast and slid the barrel through the hole before screwing on the cap.

“What do you think?”

“Um. Sexy, actually,” he stammered.

And to his mine, she was. He felt his cock lurch in his trousers.

“Sexy works,” she said. “One more.

She held out two more studs, both gold. One had a small ball, and one had a star as its end cap.

“The star,” he said.

“Oh, good choice.”

She pulled the desk chair out and rested a foot on it before she bent over and tugged gently at her pussy.

“OK, Andre, you will have to do this. I can never get it in by myself. Let me lay on the bed. Lights better.”

She handed him the stud, then lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Andre saw the opening and noticed her level of excitement by how wet she was. He pinched the skin slightly as he bent over her to slide it into place. Perhaps he imagined her groan, or not as a fresh wash of pussy juice appeared at her opening.

“Here’s the top.”

He took it from her and realized he would have to touch her lips to screw it on.

“Um, Chris,” he started.

“It’s OK if you touch me. I would kind of like you too. You’ve got me turned on right now.”

Andre smiled at her, then bent back to his task. He gently stroked a finger beneath her clit while using his other hand to move the cap into position. There was no doubt about the moan this time as he screwed it on, his fingers going back and forth over her clit.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

He kept fingering her, and Chris quickly came. Her juice flowed liberally over his fingers.

“Wow, thanks. I needed that.”

She spun around, sat on the edge of the bed, and cupped his erection through his suit pants.

“Can I offer you the same treatment?”

“That would be nice,” he said.

She quickly undid his pants, and they fell to the floor as she shoved his underwear down.

“Wow, this is a nice cock. Wet and ready.”

Chris stroked the length of it before rubbing her fingers in the goo of precum on the head, then put her mouth over it and sucked it down. It only took a moment in her talented mouth before she was spewing down her throat. She swallowed greedily and quickly before she came off him with a pop.

“Yummy. We need to hurry, though. Panties? Over on the table,” she directed.

Andre pulled his pants up and fetched her panties as he watched her pull up black stockings. He passed her the panties, barely a thong, and she pulled them up and into position.

“Makeup, then I need your help with the dress.”

She stood in front of the mirror and quickly put on her face. Andre brought over the teal dress and held it up and open over her before he lowered it into position.

“Zipper,” she directed under her left arm.

He pulled it up gently to the top, and she spun in place.

“Shoes. Shall we?”

Andre opened the door, and Chris handed him her room key as they walked out.

Andre and Chris walked into the room for the Rehearsal Dinner. Ray and Darleen, his bride-to-be, had yet to arrive. His Best Man, Guy was there with the Maid of Honor, a woman Andre did not know named Ellen. The other two ushers were friends of Ray, Sean, and Chance. They escorted Hillary and Shana.

“You made it!” their father, Ray, Sr., said, seeing his son.

“Hi, dad. You know Chris, right?”

“Hi, Chris. Yes, we met a couple of weeks ago. You are looking lovely this evening, Chris. Isn’t she lovely, Andre?”

“She certainly is a vision of beauty, dad.”

“Oh, you two. Where’s the wine?”

Ray Sr laughed and pointed them at the bar and went off to visit with the others as Andre and Chris went to the bar. As they got close, she leaned into Andre and whispered.

“You don’t have to get me drunk to get me into bed tonight, but if we get tipsy, who knows what sort of trouble we could get into.”

“You mean we haven’t gotten into trouble yet? This could be a fun evening.”

“You know it.”

Andre passed her a glass of wine and had one for himself.

“Where are Darleen’s parents?” Andre asked.

“Hmm...”

Chris looked around the room.

“Over by the door, talking to the server.”

“They don’t look that old. How old is Darleen again?”

Chris smiled at him.

“She’s twenty-five.”

Andre tried to keep the surprise from his face as he realized his brother had almost ten years on his new bride.

“Yeah, your brother’s robbing the cradle, alright. But she seems to love him. Maybe it’s a daddy thing.”

“I don’t even want to think about it,” Andre said grimly. “Here come the lovebirds now.”

Chris turned, and everyone applauded politely as Ray and Darleen entered the room. They did look happy, Andre had to admit, but then so did Ray and Tiffany, so he did not put much stock in appearances. If their father had not twisted his arm, he would have taken a pass on the whole event.

“Let’s get a seat,” Chris said.

She squeezed his arm, and they found their seats. Chris kept up a constant stream of conversation with those around them, so Andre did not have to say much beyond agreeing how lovely the new couple looked and that he was enjoying his new job and what it was like to live so far away from family. The usual sort of chatter at these events. Once dinner was finished, the officiant lined them up, and everyone went through their roles and the associated motions for the ceremony the following day. Andre paid attention, but jet lag was rapidly taking control of his faculties.

“You look tired,” Chris whispered in his ear while Ray and Darleen went through some minor point for the third time.

“Jet lag. I was in London this morning.”

“So, it’s just bedtime, then?”

“For you, maybe. I am usually sound asleep by ten. It is after one.”

“They’re almost done.”

“I hope so. I still have to drive across town tonight.”

“Why?”

“That’s where my hotel is.”

“Wait, you’re not staying here? Why not?”

“I wasn’t coming until two days ago. No rooms.”

“There is no way I am letting you drive across town.”

“I wasn’t going to drive. Just grab a cab.”

Chris gave him a withering look, and he dropped the subject as the rest of them were called back to order to finish the preparations. Then Ray addressed the room.

“Wedding is at three tomorrow. Bridesmaids upstairs at two-thirty. Ushers here by two-fifteen, please. Baby brother, you did bring a tuxedo, right?”

“Yes, Ray,” Andre said, stifling a yawn.

“Are we boring you, bro?”

“It’s been a long fucking day, bro, even without the plane flight.”

“Andre, language,” Ray Sr. barked.

Andre looked at his father, counted to five, and then looked at his brother, who seemed a little shocked.

“Ushers at two-fifteen. Pictures in the park at three-thirty. The reception starts at six. That should give everyone time to get changed. Questions? The bar is open.”

There was a small cheer as everyone moved towards the bar, except Ray, Sr, who strode towards Andre.

“Drop it, dad,” he said before his father opened his mouth. “I don’t know what Ray was doing yesterday at two AM, but I was on the phone with India solving problems. I have had a long, tiring, stressful day, and I have to get back to my hotel and get some sleep.”

“This is your brother’s big day,” his father began.

“You left out ‘again.’ Remember? I was here for the first one too.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the salon.

“Andre. Andre, wait,” Chris’s voice floated at him as he passed the elevators.

He turned and waited for her long-legged stride to bring her up to him. She caught his arm and pulled him to the elevators.

“You have my key,” she said, holding his arm close against his body. “And you need sleep.

Andre did not argue as she pushed the button to go up. At the very least, he would walk her to her door. The elevator arrived, and they were whisked away.

“Andre, let’s get some sleep. Just sleep. I am as exhausted as you are, even though I came the other way and did not have as many time zones to hop. When you wake up tomorrow, get your things, check out, and come and stay with me, OK? It’s a king-sized bed with plenty of pillows and paid for by Darleen’s parents. OK?”

Andre noticed she said OK a lot, which to his mind was better than the vapid airheads that could not compose a sentence without using the work like all the time. In the end, he acquiesced to Chris’s kind offer and slipped the key card into the door before pushing it open before them. Chris turned and locked it up before she pushed Andre gently ahead of her into the main room, where there would be room to get undressed.

“Can you get the zipper for me? It always sticks about halfway.”

She raised her arm, and Andre grasped the material and slid the zipper down, detecting no reason it should stick as he then helped her out of the dress before she hung it up in the closet. He was again offered a lovely view of her ass as she fussed with the hanger before finally turning around and passing one to him.

“Thanks,” he said as he accepted it, slung his suit jacket over the wood, and put it on the bed. He removed his tie and tucked it in the coat pocket before standing and undoing his shirt buttons.